Micah
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
I shot back into the tent, yanked my bag open, stuffed whatever I could grab into my pack.
I left half my gear behind.
I didn't care.
Another pile fell behind me.
Then another.
The sound of stone scraping on stone grew louder, more rhythmic.
It started to feel intentional.
Like breathing.
Slow, ragged breathing made of granite endured.
I ran, didn't look back, just tore down the trail boot, slipping on loose gravel.
Every stumble was followed by a swell in the sound, like it was reacting.
Responding, I could feel it behind me.
Not see it.
Not hear footsteps.
But the weight of it like something massive just out of reach, matching my pace.
Breathing in time of my own ragged casps, the trail that took Ios to climb felt endless in the way down.
Every time I thought I'd reached the bend of the car, there was another stretch.
More trees.
More dark.
But finally, finally, I saw the glint of metal in the moonlight.